Teksty:
New Model Army Burning Season

turning, the moon is high Ch: What the hell are we waiting for? I see the smoke on the blue horizon I smell the fires of the burning season What the

stood And embraced like brothers should The fire catches when your back is turned And now we watch as the city burns And now we watch as the city burns

evenings becoming cool and fresh as the seasons change. I can't wait to see you again - feels like something good is going to happen, as if reborn in the last days of summer, burned